Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1790

Lauren said plainly, "We three ladies would like to have a private chat, so we won't be entertaining you."

Aspen was even more direct. She picked up her phone and started scrolling through TikTok. She did not even glance at Hank, treating him like air.

Hank felt slightly embarrassed, but he was not ready to back down. The three stunning women in front of him were leagues above the likes of Hannah, and if he could land even one of them, he would die a happy man.

"Ladies, I think I ought to reintroduce myself. I'm Hank Armstrong, Special Ops. You know what that is, right? We're the ones who handle high-level classified missions. You don't see us often on Holtrien soil, but when we do show up, we're always the center of attention."

He laid it on thick, trying to paint himself as someone powerful and mysterious. That tactic had worked like a charm with Hannah before, but not this time.

Lauren was already losing her patience. "Mr. Armstrong, yes, we heard you the first time. You're amazing, you're brave, and you're definitely very impressive. But if you're trying to pick someone up, maybe try somewhere else. The three of us are all married."

Aspen added calmly, "And my husband just happens to be in this bar. He's on his way over right now."

Hank's face darkened immediately. "You three gorgeous women are already married? Now that's a surprise. Whoever married you must be one hell of a lucky guy."

There was a soft laugh, and just then, Andrew arrived with Zachary.

Hank turned and scowled. "You? Don't tell me it's you. Please! These three women obviously come from wealthy, powerful families. What could you possibly have that makes you worthy of them?"

Andrew casually took a seat between Lauren and Aspen. Then, he reached out and held Francesca's hand.

All three women blushed slightly. Public displays of affection from Andrew always flustered them, even if it made them happy.

"Whether I'm worthy or not, Hank, you're seeing it for yourself," Andrew replied with a grin.

Hank's face turned even uglier. He sneered. "Wow, Andrew, you really are something. All three of these women are married, and you're hooking up with them at the same time? All I need to do is give their husbands a call, and you'll be buried six feet under before you even know it."

Andrew smiled wider. "Go ahead then. Give them a call."

Hank was fuming at Andrew's boldness. He turned to Francesca and demanded, "Ms. Aicker, you're a married woman. So why are you hanging around with this guy? I saw you at Blumedale Hospital. You seemed so pure, so above it all."

Andrew's life honestly looked better than a king's. He had three beautiful wives doting on him like that, and it was unreal.

Hank had taken just two steps away when something suddenly hit him. He turned back around, glaring at Andrew with fury.

"You bastard! So, Chantelle's your wife, too, right? No wonder you two checked into a hotel room last time! Andrew, do you have any idea how many single guys there are in this country? 200 million singles—and more than 30 million of them are lonely men! You are public enemy number one to every single guy out there! You know that?"

Andrew silently cursed Hank for being a brainless fool. He was just asking to get him into trouble. Sure enough, all three of his wives turned to glare at him, their faces anything but pleased.

"You went to a hotel with Ms. Garcia?"

"Did you cheat on us?"

"Andrew, you better come clean. If what he said is true, we'll make sure you're so drained you won't even be able to get out of bed."